Chords for Child Soldier Rebellion
Tempo:
101.9 bpm
Chords used:
D
Am
G
A
C
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Am]
[A]
[Am]
I'm waiting [D] for airships that [C] never [D]
[Am] arrive, with glasses, eyes, [G] suitcases, novelty [E] knives.
[Am] They [D] endlessly wander the [Dm] beach [D] all that [Am] day, eventually most [D] of them are shuffled [Am] away.
[D] A matchbox bears my [G] picture, [D] it details the reward for my capture.
Not [F#] one person [G] here has helped me, [D] reads the caption [G] under my picture, see?
[A] The younger, [A#m] [A] the more fearless, they were betrayed by [G] merchants who had [A] offered seven shifts.
We were maimed, [A#] tortured [A] and kidnapped, they cut off [G] ears, [Am] limbs and lips.
Sixty
[D] [G]
[F#] [Am] [D]
thousand [Dm] households gather under [G] the [F#] streetlight as Hastings plays his thumb [D] piano.
[Am] Oh ay-oh-ho, oh ay-oh-ho, oh ay-oh-ho-hey.
All my [C] tears when [G] they hear the [D] news, that's been written in tears.
[Am] They [C] will [G] know there's no way to excuse the [F#] lies that were used [D] to force them to fight.
[E] Men [A] into the red take clothing, [E] and [A] officer sews.
He says this will make for a victorious battle, [E] it's a [Am] magical storm.
[G] [D]
[G] Manuel [D] looks down [G] as he fumbles [D] with his [G] tassels on his coat.
[D] He can still hear the sound [A] of many rebel groups [C#] or the government militia.
[D] Who he been fighting for?
No, no, he had no idea.
[A] [D] [Am]
[Dm]
[A]
[F] [Am]
[Dm]
[Am]
[Em]
[Am]
[D] [Am]
[Em]
[C] [G]
[C] [Em] [Am]
[D] [Am]
[G#]
[N]
[A]
[Am]
I'm waiting [D] for airships that [C] never [D]
[Am] arrive, with glasses, eyes, [G] suitcases, novelty [E] knives.
[Am] They [D] endlessly wander the [Dm] beach [D] all that [Am] day, eventually most [D] of them are shuffled [Am] away.
[D] A matchbox bears my [G] picture, [D] it details the reward for my capture.
Not [F#] one person [G] here has helped me, [D] reads the caption [G] under my picture, see?
[A] The younger, [A#m] [A] the more fearless, they were betrayed by [G] merchants who had [A] offered seven shifts.
We were maimed, [A#] tortured [A] and kidnapped, they cut off [G] ears, [Am] limbs and lips.
Sixty
[D] [G]
[F#] [Am] [D]
thousand [Dm] households gather under [G] the [F#] streetlight as Hastings plays his thumb [D] piano.
[Am] Oh ay-oh-ho, oh ay-oh-ho, oh ay-oh-ho-hey.
All my [C] tears when [G] they hear the [D] news, that's been written in tears.
[Am] They [C] will [G] know there's no way to excuse the [F#] lies that were used [D] to force them to fight.
[E] Men [A] into the red take clothing, [E] and [A] officer sews.
He says this will make for a victorious battle, [E] it's a [Am] magical storm.
[G] [D]
[G] Manuel [D] looks down [G] as he fumbles [D] with his [G] tassels on his coat.
[D] He can still hear the sound [A] of many rebel groups [C#] or the government militia.
[D] Who he been fighting for?
No, no, he had no idea.
[A] [D] [Am]
[Dm]
[A]
[F] [Am]
[Dm]
[Am]
[Em]
[Am]
[D] [Am]
[Em]
[C] [G]
[C] [Em] [Am]
[D] [Am]
[G#]
[N]
Key:
D
Am
G
A
C
D
Am
G
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_ [A] _ _ _ _ _
[Am] _ _ _ _ _ _
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I'm waiting [D] for airships that [C] never [D]
[Am] arrive, with glasses, eyes, [G] suitcases, novelty [E] knives.
[Am] They [D] endlessly wander the [Dm] beach [D] all that [Am] day, eventually most [D] of them are shuffled [Am] away. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _
[D] A matchbox bears my [G] picture, [D] it details the reward for my capture.
Not [F#] one person [G] here has helped me, [D] reads the caption [G] under my picture, see?
[A] The younger, [A#m] [A] the more fearless, they were betrayed by [G] merchants who had [A] offered seven shifts.
We were maimed, [A#] tortured [A] and kidnapped, they cut off [G] ears, [Am] limbs and lips. _
_ _ Sixty _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ [G] _
[F#] _ _ [Am] _ _ [D] _ _
_ thousand [Dm] households gather under [G] the [F#] streetlight as Hastings plays his thumb [D] piano. _ _
[Am] Oh ay-oh-ho, oh ay-oh-ho, oh ay-oh-ho-hey.
All my [C] tears when [G] they hear the [D] news, that's been written in tears.
[Am] They [C] will [G] know there's no way to excuse the [F#] lies that were used [D] to force them to fight.
[E] Men [A] into the red take clothing, [E] and [A] officer sews.
He says this will make for a victorious battle, [E] it's a [Am] magical storm. _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ [D] _
[G] _ Manuel [D] looks down _ _ _ [G] as he fumbles [D] with his [G] tassels on his coat.
[D] He can still hear the sound [A] of many rebel groups [C#] or the government militia.
[D] Who he been fighting for?
No, no, he had no idea.
[A] _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ [Am] _ _
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[Am] _ _ _ _ _ _
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I'm waiting [D] for airships that [C] never [D]
[Am] arrive, with glasses, eyes, [G] suitcases, novelty [E] knives.
[Am] They [D] endlessly wander the [Dm] beach [D] all that [Am] day, eventually most [D] of them are shuffled [Am] away. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _
[D] A matchbox bears my [G] picture, [D] it details the reward for my capture.
Not [F#] one person [G] here has helped me, [D] reads the caption [G] under my picture, see?
[A] The younger, [A#m] [A] the more fearless, they were betrayed by [G] merchants who had [A] offered seven shifts.
We were maimed, [A#] tortured [A] and kidnapped, they cut off [G] ears, [Am] limbs and lips. _
_ _ Sixty _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ [G] _
[F#] _ _ [Am] _ _ [D] _ _
_ thousand [Dm] households gather under [G] the [F#] streetlight as Hastings plays his thumb [D] piano. _ _
[Am] Oh ay-oh-ho, oh ay-oh-ho, oh ay-oh-ho-hey.
All my [C] tears when [G] they hear the [D] news, that's been written in tears.
[Am] They [C] will [G] know there's no way to excuse the [F#] lies that were used [D] to force them to fight.
[E] Men [A] into the red take clothing, [E] and [A] officer sews.
He says this will make for a victorious battle, [E] it's a [Am] magical storm. _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ [D] _
[G] _ Manuel [D] looks down _ _ _ [G] as he fumbles [D] with his [G] tassels on his coat.
[D] He can still hear the sound [A] of many rebel groups [C#] or the government militia.
[D] Who he been fighting for?
No, no, he had no idea.
[A] _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ [Am] _ _
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